Clouds sweep across the sky, birds hide away in fright. The night has come and the thunder resounds, lightning lighting up this howling night.

No stars, no moon, only a down pore. A breeze that screams oh fright. No light but fright, shadows hastening, the suffocating clapping of thunder.

Leaves in trees, brush and fly away, clap, clap, clap to the symphony of this stormy night. The travesty of tha storm.

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